The World Is Mine For The Taking

Chapter 372: Chapter 60 - Reward, Concubine/Bride (3)

As soon as I gave her the go-ahead, she immediately let go of my hand and threw her arms around me from the front. Her lips lightly brushed against mine, and as her sweet breath and soft, wet lips drew me in, I pressed my lips to hers, like I was biting into something delicious.

Our tongues tangled together, and I slid mine deep into her mouth, savoring every bit of her. I licked along her gums and the roof of her mouth, tasting her even more intimately.

"Fuha... D-Darling, my houth ish melting... nnn," she whimpered, her tongue lazily slipping from her lips, barely able to form the words.

I smothered her moans with another deep kiss, my lips silencing her as I slid my hands down her soapy back. My fingers traced the curve of her spine, trailing lower as I pulled her closer against me, her skin slick and slippery beneath my touch.

"Hyah, hyaah, aaah, aaah..." she gasped, her hips bouncing slightly, her embarrassment clear. But I held her in place, gripping her ass firmly, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh, enjoying the way her round cheeks molded and bounced under my palms. The warmth of her body, combined with the smooth, wet softness of her skin, sent a thrill through me as I stroked and squeezed her.

After what felt like an eternity, our lips parted. She pulled away, her breath shaky, her eyes filled with longing as they locked onto mine.

"It's finished..." she breathed, a slow smile curling her lips.

She stood up, her body glistening under the dim light, and I followed. Stepping off the stool, I grabbed the wooden dipper and poured the water over my body, rinsing away the lingering bubbles. Without a word, I slipped into the bathtub, the heat wrapping around me. She watched me for a moment, smiling, before rinsing the bubbles off herself and sliding into the tub beside me.

The bathtub was surprisingly large—well, not exactly a bathtub but a wooden tub, round in shape, with water filling it to the brim. It was spacious enough to fit both of us comfortably, and it felt nice to have a bath where I could stretch out my legs. I leaned back against the edge, using it as a cushion, while Anna snuggled in close, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Ah…"

She let out a soft, surprised sound when she noticed my dick standing tall, just barely peeking out of the water. Her gaze was locked onto it, her face completely entranced.

"Is this the first time you've ever seen one like this?" I teased, noticing her enraptured expression.

"Y-Yes..." she stammered, her cheeks flushing. "D-Does it really look that big?"

"Mine's a little different... explains the size," I replied with a smirk. "Go ahead, why don't you touch it?"

"T-Touch it? Um... okay," she murmured, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out. Her fingers finally made contact, gently wrapping around the shaft. "It's so big... and hard," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

"Um... I'm supposed to stroke it, right?" she asked, uncertainty lacing her tone.

"Yes," I told her.

She started to move her hand, slowly, hesitantly. Her soft fingers wrapped around my dick, sliding along the length in a deliberate, almost teasing manner. The slow pace heightened the sensation, every careful stroke making my body more sensitive to her touch.

Each subtle movement sent waves of pleasure through me, her innocent yet focused attention making it feel even more intense than if she'd been fast. The way she handled it, so unsure but determined, drove me crazy.

I suddenly stopped her and stood up, moving to sit on the edge of the tub, which brought my dick right at her eye level.

"Could you suck it?" I asked.

"Ah…" she gasped softly but then nodded. "Yes."

She placed her hands on my knees, leaning forward, bringing her face closer to my crotch. At first, she hesitated, but soon, she parted her lips, letting her tongue slide out as she cautiously tried to taste it. She started by wetting the tip, her warm breath brushing against me, before her soft lips made contact with the glans.

Slowly, she wrapped her lips around it, gradually bringing her mouth closer until her lips fully enveloped the head of my dick. With her eyes closed, she began to work her tongue, swirling it around the sensitive glans, feeling her way through the act.

She wasn't experienced yet, but she had a natural talent for blowjobs—or for sex in general, for that matter. Her body was fit, toned in all the right ways, but not too muscular; she still had that softness where it counted. The kind of body that was a pleasure to hold—soft and responsive.

Girls like her were easy to train in the pleasures of sex, and I had every intention of molding her into the perfect cum-sucking woman, the type who would be cumming the moment I entered her. With enough time, I'd have her there.

After a while, she started to push further, taking more than just the glans into her mouth. She began working her way down the shaft, inch by inch, her lips stretching as she took more of me inside. The quiet sound of water dripping echoed softly around us—it was her saliva, dripping from her mouth and splashing into the tub below.

The subtle plop of the droplets was surprisingly pleasant to hear, and the wet, slurping sounds of her mouth working on my dick added to the erotic atmosphere.

My hand instinctively went to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair, gripping hard as the pleasure intensified. Her movements were still clumsy, but it didn't matter—the sensation was overwhelming. I could feel the tension building in my balls, that familiar tightening, coiling up through my shaft and toward the tip.

I couldn't hold back any longer. With a groan, I released, shooting my cum deep into her mouth.

"Mnnnnnn?!"

Her eyes widened in shock as she felt the hot spurts of cum filling her mouth. But instead of pulling away or spitting it out, she surprised me. With my dick still in her mouth, she swallowed, her throat working as she drank it down, every last drop.